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TIME> LATE NIGHT
SCENE> THE MORLOCKS HAVE BEEN MUCKING THROUGH THE SWAMPLANDS
ALL DAY AFTER THEIR CRUISER WAS TRASHED. AFTER BEING LOST FOR
HOURS, THEY FINALLY DECIDED ON A DIRECTION TO HEAD, TOWARDS THE
HOPEFULLY NEARBY SEAPORT OF THE FREE TRADE ZONE.<Predator> ::raises her head to scent the air
again, smirking faintly::
<Firewall> ::using his sword as a walking staff, pausing to
look around:: Are we there yet?ACTION> FIREWALL SEES NOTHING BUT SWAMP, SWAMP, MORE
SWAMP, AND A ROCK.<Powerslam> ::looks at Firewall, blinking:: You
mean we're actually going somewhere?
<Powerslam> This place looks the same everywhere.
<Firewall> ::sighs and continues walking:: It doesn't look
like it, huh?
<Electra> It's a swamp...I really don't see how it can look
all that different from spot to spot..
<Predator> ::half-climbs up the branching roots of a
mangrove, picking her way from tree to tree::
<Jaxion> if were ever get to.. uck.. ::wipes some muck that
splashed onto his face:: the seaport we can hop a boat someplace
<Electra> ::Looks slightly disgusted:::You realize that
could be a long long time from now..does anyone know how big this
swamp is?
<Landslide> ::looks at the situation:: ((Maybe i could
seperate the mud far enough to have a path for us to walk
through..))
<Predator> ((Hmm... this ain't too bad... aside from the
stench, I wouldn't mind staying here awhile))
<Firewall> Much too big for my liking... ::tugs hard to
loosen his sword that got stuck in the mud::
<Static> ::Keeps walking, his hands shoved into the pockets
of his dirty trenchcoat:: Nope. At least it makes it less likely
for the Corps to come at us, in here.
<Powerslam> ::looks at Preds:: How can you do that,
weighing so much?
<Predator> ::glances down:: These hold trees up. They can
handle me.
<Electra> :::Bites her lower lip slightly, still trudging
on through the mud::: I thought so...:::sigh:::
<Jaxion> ::blinks:: ((That tree looks sorta familiar.. Nah,
they all look the same..))
<Landslide> Excuse me.. Not that joto is complaining.. But
Could joto try and seperate the mud from around us and make a
small walkway? It might be easier to get to the Seaport
<Predator> Joto... I don't think there's anything under
this mud but more mud ::fangy grin::
<Landslide> ...Joto never thought of that.. joto is sorry
for his outburst and shall remain quiet for the rest of the trip
<Powerslam> ::mutters:: When are we going to find someplace
to go?
<Static> Relax, big guy. No one's perfect. ::Glances idly
around the swamp, as he walks::
<Predator> ::tosses her hair out of her eyes and looks
around into the foresty swamp before continuing on::
<Landslide> ::walks behind the others trying to look for
any signs of an exit::
<Electra> :::frowns, looking up at the dark sky::: ((Why
me..?))
<Powerslam> walks over to Preds then grabs her and dunks
her underswampmuck::
<Firewall> ::pauses to rest, leaning on his sword/walking
stick:: Whew... ::the stick suddenly slides out and he falls into
the mud:: Ack!ACTION> ELECTRA TRIPS OVER FIREWALL AND FALLS INTO THE
MUD TOO.<Predator> ... ::stands back up and looks at
Slam:: You... are gonna die
<Powerslam> ::grins, smirking:: I dare you to
<Electra> ack...eww...:::stands up, looking down at her
muck covered self:::..
<Firewall> Ah Shock... ::raises to one knee, feeling around
the mud for his sword::
<Landslide> ::chuckles and then stomps around the mush::
<Predator> ::leaps at Slam, using her full weight to knock
him into the sludge, then gets up and clambers back into the
tangled tree limbs::
<Powerslam> Ack! ::sputters, coming up then flings an
energy ball at the limb Preds' on::
<Predator> ::smirks and springs to another tree::ACTION> THE EXPLOSIN BREAKS THE TREE IN HALF, WHICH
FALLS AND SPLATTERS LANDSLIDE, JAXION, AND STATIC WITH MUCK.<Predator> ::laughs:: Now I won't even be the one
killin' ya
<Powerslam> ::sends another energy ball at the tree Preds'
on:: Grr
<Firewall> ::finally retrieves his sword from the muck::
I've had it with this shocking swamp...
<Landslide> ::slumps down looking straight out:: Why joto..
<Predator> ::leaps again, to the ground this time::
<Electra> :::growls:::Would you guys please stop? I just
want to get out of here...:::glare::::
<Static> ::Sputters, wiping muck off of himself:: Oh for
the love of..
<Jaxion> *splat* ... ::blinks a few times::
<Powerslam> ::jumps onto Preds::
<Landslide> ::grabs a handful of mud and throws it at
Electra::
<Predator> ::drops with the impact, bringing her feet up to
kick Slam off over her head::
<Electra> ack..:::falls back in the mud:::..
<Powerslam> ::flops over, holding onto Preds, sputtering
slightly::
<Predator> ::bares her teeth:: Let go
<Powerslam> ::smirks at her:: Or what?
<Electra> :::sits up, visibly upset now:::
<Predator> ::unsheathes her claws::
<Jaxion> ::looks from Electra to Predator:: Uh oh.. girls
are pissed..
<Static> ::Mutters, shaking his head:: There's a good
reason I'm staying out of it..::Moves to keep walking forward::
<Electra> ::::takes a deep breath::::
<Powerslam> ::grabs Preds' wrist and flips her over his hip
into the muck::ACTION> BOTH POWERSLAM AND PREDATOR END UP TUMBLING
INTO DEEPER SWAMP WATER. THE MORLOCKS HAVE APPARENTLY REACHED THE
COAST OF THE GULF.<Predator> ::splutters, spitting briny water and
getting to her feet::
<Powerslam> ::blinks then regrets it, quickly trying to
swim back up to the surface, treading water::ACTION> PREDATOR SEES AN ALLIGATOR TRAILING BEHIND
POWERSLAM, WHO DOESN'T SEE IT.<Predator> ::eyes narrow, and she grins:: ((This
should be fun))
<Static> ::Eyes the coast:: ((S'about time..now, if those
two can just stop fighting, for a while..))
<Powerslam> ::treads water back to the group, muttering
quietly to himself::
<Landslide> ::wades through the water towards the coast::
<Predator> ::takes a deep breath then walks into water over
her head, feet remaining firmly on the mucky bottom, heading
towards the gator::
<Powerslam> ::blinks, watching Preds then sees the gator::
Shock ::gets to the coast and wades back away from it::
<Jaxion> Hmm.. ::looks to both sides:: The seaport should
be nearby.. I think..
<Predator> ::lunges underwater towards the gator's
underbelly, claws extended::
<Electra> Which way...? If we get even more lost in
here....I won't be happy...:::frown:::
<Static> Want me to scout ahead?ACTION> THE ALLIGATOR FLAILS ABOUT, SPINNING PREDATOR
AROUND THE WATER WITH IT BEFORE PULLING THEM BOTH UNDER.<Landslide> ::blinks::
<Jaxion> Shock! ::suddenly becomes aware of the alligator
and Preds as they go under:: Uhh.. yeah sure, Static..
<Predator> ::garbled yell as her head breaks water for a
moment, grabbing to keep the gator's jaws shut:: ((All riiight))
<Static> ::Eyes the water for a minute, thinking:: ((I'm
sure she can handle a simple alligator.)) ::Nods to Jaxion, then
ports off in one direction, along the coast::
<Powerslam> ::watches the disturbance in the water:: She's
crazy... ::hides a grin::ACTION> AFTER A FEW TELEPORTS, STATIC SEES THE LIGHTS
OF THE TRADE ZONE SEAPORT IN THE DISTANCE.<Predator> ::resurfaces after a few moments,
climbing back to shallower water, dragging the alligator by the
tail over her shoulder::
<Powerslam> And just what do you plan to do with that?
<Predator> ::shakes like a dog, hair whipping around for a
moment before she brushes it back down and grins:: Dinnertime.
<Firewall> ::looks at the gator:: Maybe he can give us
directions?
<Static> ::Squints, seeing the lights and smiling::
((Ahh..there we go. Perfect.)) ::Turns and starts to port back in
the direction of the others::
<Powerslam> ::eyes Preds:: How're we gonna cook it?
<Predator> Start a fire. You're a big boy, you figure it
out. ::flips the gator onto its back and starts slashing it into
pieces with very little regard for anyone standing nearby::
<Powerslam> Or maybe we could wait until the next town?
<Electra> :::Watches Preds and the gator, slightly
amused:::
<Predator> ::smirks, tips of her fangs showing slightly:: I
don't know about you, but I'm hungry nowTIME JUMP> AFTER FEASTING ON GATOR STRIPS, THE
MORLOCKS HEADED FOR THE FREE TRADE ZONE SEAPORT, WHICH HAS MANY
LARGE SHIPS OF ALL DIFFERENT CORPORATE AFFILIATIONS COMING AND
GOING. THE MORLOCKS STAY AT THE EDGE OF THE SEAPORT, OUT OF
SIGHT.<Powerslam> ::looks at the ships:: I have a
question... when are we actually going to figure out somewhere to
go?
<Predator> So... what ship're we gonna catch a ride on?
::flicks something away that had landed on her arm::
<Jaxion> Well.. let's pick.. ::looks through the ships::
Hmm... there's a Pixel ship about to depart.. been awhile since
we did anything with them..
<Powerslam> Pixel? ::looks at Jax, blinking slightly::
<Static> ::Watches the seaport, looking towards the Pixel
ship:: Great..some choice we have with these ships..
<Predator> Any private yachts around to hijack? ::arches an
eyebrow and looks hopeful::
<Landslide> ::looks around for any sight of any Stark
ships:: Joto Wonders if any of the Stark Ind. of Fujikawa would
be here...
<Jaxion> Well there's also a Horizon ship, but that won't
take us far.. most of these ships look unmanned...
preprogrammed.. be easy to hitch a ride.
<Powerslam> Is the Pixel one preprogrammed?
<Jaxion> Looks that way.. it'll depart any minute though
<Powerslam> ::mutters a soft curse:: Then which one're we
heading on?
<Predator> ::mutters slightly:: No crew to make things
interesting? This'll be a boring trip..
<Static> So we move fast and get on. ::Eyes the boat:: If
anyone happens to be on board it..too bad for them.
<Landslide> ::shrugs:: lets go then
<Electra> Sounds good to me...:::gets up and walks towards
the boat:::
<Jaxion> Pixel it is then.. maybe its headed to some nice
tropical island.. ::follows after Electra::
<Firewall> Alright then. ::attaches his sword around his
leg and follows Electra::
<Powerslam> ::follows everybody, cracking his neck
nervously:: Tropical island? I'd settle for anywhere with no
corps... but since it's a Pixel ship...
<Predator> ::follows them, sniffing the air warily::
<Landslide> ::follows Electra, firewal and Jax::
<Static> ::Heads after them, moving quietly::*******SIM END*******